Sixty-one

Fang Liucheng had a certain charm that could easily beguile girls.Elegant, cold, with a hint of bad.Warmth followed his gaze, it was the apartment he rented.My heart felt like it was being choked, th...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."e finished the entire bowl of noodles, not even a drop of soup left. 。Warmth was slapped, even though she applied ice to her cheek, it still hurt. The noodles were scalding hot, so she ate very slowly...